January 24, 2008

Today at work I sang almost all the words to American Pie by Don Mclean and my coworker murdered me and then I sang Crocodile Rock but my coworker was

at lunch by then.

And I also sang "Rock and Roll, Coochie Coo." Over and over and over and over again. Not the whole song, just that part again and again. I have been singing it for about three days now.

The economy, blarg blarg.

Presidential elections, moodle moodle moo moo blah. Yadda.

I have been starting to feel more like a normal person since my doctor increased my medication and told me to take one type of pill one hour before I take the other types and also one hour before I eat. I have more energy and I think less of my hair comes out in the shower. That is difficult to quantify. It's just a "feeling" I get. I should have been collecting each days worth of hair so that I could see if there is a difference. Oh well.

I think my toilet is broken. We'll see.

I saw some very old toenails on an elderly person yesterday and I can't get the image out of my head. It is emblazoned in my brain's eye like a pattern might be on a smart navy blue blazer that maybe is part of a prep school uniform.

I've been very lazy about sending back my netflix movies. I want to watch all the Oscar nominated movies I haven't seen like "Michael Clayton" and "Butterfinger Blues" and "Ransack The House, Big Mama, We're A Comin' Home" and "Sausages? I Don't Know." And the one I especially want to see, "Filmed Movie."

I think playing solitaire on your computer for a minimum of three hours a day increases your overall life skills and likability. I think buying stacks of sudoku books at the grocery store makes me look "cool" not "desperately alone" and "nerdy."

I think spending several hours every day parked in a parking lot at night on a college campus with my laptop looking at the internet because I'm too cheap and lazy and poor to get the internet at home makes me a "rebel" and "brave" and also more "cool" again.

I think Heath Ledger died of diabetes that he caught from Mary Kate Ashley Olsen's toilet seat and also from her Vagina.

I think that instead of "Drug Overdose" that people who die from drugs should be said to have died from "Anna Nicole Smith's Disease" like "Lou Gehrig's Disease." And Suicides can be "Kurt Cobain's Disease." Did Heath Ledger die from Anna Nicole Smith's disease or Kurt Cobain's disease? Maybe he had the dreaded George Burns' Disease (dying from old age).

I hope I don't die from diabetes. I hope I die from AAD. Amber Alert's Disease.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

You're going to die from someone smacking you upside the head just a little too hard, one of these days.

You will have deserved the smack. You won't have deserved to die.

We will all weep uncontrollably for days. Perhaps months.

Then we'll move on.

apants said...

My toilet isn't broken. It works fine now.

Anonymous said...

Write something new. I'm bored.

Anonymous said...

I liked Michael Clayton a lot, but "Filmed Movie" is a bit of a misnomer.

If it helps any, one can be married with two amazing kids and a high-paying job and a movie in a film festival and still be really sad and lonely way too much of the time. It probably doesn't help any, though. There's really nothing stopping you from moving to San Jose to be my friend and make movies with me and play with my kids. It never snows here.